I walk through the dark alleys of the night
Looking backward at the shadows
The memories keep chasing me
The sliver of a moon hangs from the dark gloomy sky
Obscured by the clouds as they keep floating by
I walk on
The rain starts slowly
It starts by brushing against my face
The drops big and fat
I am smiling
It starts to pour
Strangely I don’t feel the need to run and seek shelter
The rain is me – I am infused with it
I am living, breathing – like a new born baby
Experiencing everything anew
1 comment:
i felt the need, but there was nowhere to run to!
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